Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Although Yan Ting could not hear what the little girl said, he vaguely sensed something wrong with her aura.

Before taking a closer look, the breath disappeared instantly, Chu Ci raised his eyes, his black eyes were bright and obedient, and his pink lips were slightly shrunk, making a small accusation of him.

Less than a day after I met, this little girl would really climb up the pole.

Yan Ting raised his hand and closed the knife with one hand and placed it in his pocket. He heard the old Yang head, who was busy corking the small glass bottle, and said casually, "The little girl is asking if it hurts." It hurts."

Chu Ci, who was obviously able to speak but was forced to be a "dumb" for a day, subconsciously looked in Lao Yang's direction.

Yan Ting's eyes were dark, and Lao Yang's body stiffened slightly with his sharp eyes.

No matter how deep he was, he couldn't stand Yan Ting's extremely obvious hostility and dissatisfaction.

He paused for a while, and then said, "The old Dao has only had some adventures in the early years, and he has a strong sense of this type of spiritual thing."

Yan Ting retracted his gaze and said quietly, "Spirit?"

"She is not a living soul, she is not a dead soul, even the old way can not see where this little girl came from. We call this kind of spiritual thing in the industry." Lao Yang explained, then looked at Yan Ting's hand Surprised.

I saw that the wound that was still bleeding out was closed and scarred at this moment, completely different from the appearance of just scratching.

Wuqing and Wulanben are also Taoists who are well-informed and well-informed. At this moment, they can only stand silently and listen to the conversations of several people. From the conversations of several people, they can infer that the person next to Yan Ting is in the form of a girl. Phantom.

Lao Yang hesitated for a moment when he saw this scene, and finally he did not know where he found a milky white round jade carving and handed it to Yan Ting, "This jade has the effect of warming and nourishing, and if it is often worn on the body, it can also strengthen this little girl The power of her, maybe it won’t take long for you to hear this little girl’s words."

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Finally an agreement was reached, and the jade carving was also taken away by Yan Ting. Looking at the back of Yan Ting who left first, Lao Yang's eyes narrowed.

Wuqing, who had not spoken behind him, stepped forward and saluted respectfully, with a slightly hesitant expression, "Senior, what is that spiritual creature?"

Old Yang shook his head, "I don't know either."

He had never seen the kind of breath on the little girl next to Yan Ting.

Today, Yan Ting is as cruel and indifferent as he imagined, as if indifferent to everything.

This was supposed to be an extremely noble but lonely life, but it happened that there were such variables, which is also puzzling.

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Yan Ting put the carved piece of white jade in his pocket, Chu Ci followed behind him and did not enter his phone, teasing the little bird who followed.

The spirit bird didn’t want to go, and didn’t know if it was because Chu Ci protected it from the wind and rain and saved it’s life or something. His attitude was not enthusiastic, and even if he couldn’t resist, he could not help but rub his feathery little head. Chu Ci's palm.

Later, I probably knew that I could see Chu Ci with Yan Ting, so Yan Ting was not paying attention, and he threw on his shoulders vigorously. A pair of shiny black eyes looked at Chu Ci and wanted to lure her with joy. Note, the tweeting keeps on tweeting.

In the end, Yan Ting raised his hand and grasped it, pinching it in his hand, and those peasy eyes met Yan Ting's bottomless black eyes.

Perceived the movement of the little girl nearby.

He wanted to give up the hand that the little bird had thrown away, and he said coldly, "No noise."